Post by Steve Sinclair on Jan 26, 2016 23:35:50 GMT
Access Denied has come and gone……
The ring is being broken down, hell it could be packed in back of the 18 wheeler by now for all we know. (On second thought it’s most likely a rental so the UWL might have just left it in place, told whoever rents wrestling rings to come and get their crap.)
The production crew is gone…
The fans are gone…
The cute chick at the merch table with a rose tattoo on her right boobie that peeks out of her low cut shirt from time to time is probably gone.
Jay is most likely gone….
Right now there is a midget in a learjet with a newly won championship having sex with a dozen girls….
Craig Williams and all four of his title belts….
And Franco, The Hammer and his two championships belts….
Most likely found the nearest Almost Olive Garden and are soaking in their victories with all you can eat breadsticks, soup and salad bar and some Chicken Parm.
Or “not quite” Philly Cheese steak sandwiches.
Basically, everyone and everything UWL is gone from the Korakuen Hall
Except for one man…
Still driving and striving as fast as he can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up…
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he’s driving and striving and hugging the turns….
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns….
Err...sorry?
That someone is HillBilly Sutton! The Wrestling Shiner! The south’s favorite son! The first Shiner of the UWL. The crazy redneck and one half of the Bionic Redneck who apparently will never get a shot at the tag belts even though they have defeated everyone but BTE….
And his trusty, committed, faithful camera man, Timmy in his khakis or if you’re from Boston, his Carkeys and green and black UWL polo shirt. In the locker room sitting in front of his locker. He hasn’t cleaned up since his fight with SNH. He hasn’t washed up, toweled off, changed his clothes and as you can imagine he’s all sweaty and stinky and stuff. He seems to be lost in thought, his gaze fixed ahead of him at the floor and seeing that it’s just a old concrete floor he can’t be looking at the floor in awe. A million billion things could be running through his mind. From the kiss from Jessica the other day…
To the upcoming Super 6 voting results….
SNH spitting on him…..
A midget as the Prestige champion.
It could be anything!
ANYTHING!
Whatever it is, he didn’t even notice Nanook waddling into the room and sitting down next to him. Nanook seems to be in a good mood despite Billy losing to SNH.
”Billy.” Nanook says.
Nothing from Billy
”Billy? Buddy.” Nanook says as he leans down a bit to look at Billy’s emotionless face.
Nothing. Not even a blink of the eye.
”Listen buddy, it was just one match. Don’t let this match get you down. We’re off to a great start this year. A small bump in the road as we work towards some championship gold.” Nanook begins to say as he places his arm Billy and squeezes his shoulder. ”Next time Billy. Next time you’ll get him. But listen, before Jay left, before everyone left I had a meeting with them and I brought up the tag titles and listen. I got you a match a singles match against one half of the number one contenders. Josh Eagles. Billy?”
No response from Billy.
”Beat him and it will only add fuel to the fire that you and Cory should be getting a shot at those tag belts and not BTE. What do you think?”
Nothing from Billy again.
”Billy?” Nanook even shakes him this time.
Billy takes a slow deep breath. He slowly looks at Nanook, his mentor, the guy who discovered him, trained him, got him into Canada Pro, the CWA, into the UWL, not once but twice and the guy Billy has trusted with his business decisions in and out of the ring. Without Nanook there would have never been a Nascar Billy let alone a HillBilly Sutton and Redneck Remedy Moonshine.
“What do I think” Billy finally says.
Nanook sensing that there might be some troubled waters ahead. ”What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?”
”Yeah? What’s going on?”
“I don’t even know where to begin. That disrespecting prick Sunday Night Heat f*cking spit on me and everyone and their brother held me back while he hightailed it to locker room knowing full well that if I got my hands on him he was dead. You don’t spit on anyone let alone me. I will f*cking hurt you. I will grab my shotgun and pump two rounds in ya. My 12 gauge will tear him the f*ck open and I will reach in the hole in his GD chest and rip his f*cking heart out and eat it as I watch him fade away and f*cking die! The only match I am interested in is one against that f*cking asshole, NOT Josh Eagles! Right now, I don’t give a sh*t about those tag belts. RIGHT NOW I want to snap Heat’s neck. RIGHT NOW I want to rip his tongue out of his skull, soak it in Shine and force feed it to him. Then I want to tear his jaw off and throw it in the trash so that f*cker has to live the rest of his life on a f*cking feeding tube! I don’t give two sh*ts about Josh Eagles. I don’t give two sh*ts about those tag belts. The only thing I care about, is getting my hands bloody with Heat’s blood. Got that?”
”I understand Billy, I’m sure I can talk to…..”
“Secondly! You lied to me!”
”Lied about what?” Nanook asks as his face turns white.
“I asked you the other day, point blank if you had anything to do with that midget and you said no!”
”Who? Kelloggs? I didn’t lie about that. I don’t know who his agent is.”
“I called Steve!”
”Steve? Steve Sinclair?”
“And do you know what he had to say?”
”Billy! Buddy! You can’t believe a thing that guy says! He tried to injure you for crying out loud…..”
“Not only did he tell me that you are the guy behind Kelloggs, but he sent me the paperwork to prove it! You do know you have to file as an agent here in Japan right? And that on the paperwork you have to list who you represent right? And for some reason there were two names on your paperwork while you are here in Japan! Mine and HIS!”
Nanook swallows hard. He’s busted. Caught red handed.
“I don’t know how, or why but you somehow got that guy, who, let’s face it didn’t deserve a shot at the Prestige title especially over someone like me but there he was tonight, getting a title shot and he won so now as I sit here, trying to not kill Sunday Night Heat, but I’m wondering if I’ll even get a sniff of that belt as well? I see you are quick to line up an opponent for that loud mouth douche. I don’t think I’m wrong in thinking that Nanook. You stabbed me in the back. You made sure I wouldn’t get a shot at that belt and now, here you are treating me like a horse staring at the carrot at the end of the stick with the idea of if I beat Josh Eagles we’ll get a shot at those tag belts. Well I ain’t buying it. No more.”
”What do you mean?”
Billy sighs and looks down at the floor. After a brief second he looks up at Nanook.
“I opted out.”
Nanook’s jaw hangs open. Shocked! In their deal Billy’s lawyer pushed for an opt out clause where Billy could opt out at any time for any reason. It was something neither side thought they would ever need and at the time Billy thought it wasn’t needed. But today he is glad that he listened to his lawyer.
”Seriously?” is all Nanook can say. If you look closely you can see tears forming.
“Listen. Thanks for everything you have done for me, but you don’t have my best interests in mind so I have to move on. You favored the midget over me. I’m getting shafted. I can’t have that so….it’s best we just part ways.”
Nanook stands up. He’s torn between wanting to cry and being pissed off. The merch moving, shine selling gravy train has just ended. He tries to say something but can’t find the words. He simply nods and waddles off. Billy glances down at the floor and snaps his head back up. Standing in the doorway, watching and hearing everything going down is Jessica Larkin. Who is kinda stunned by all of this. Nanook pushes past her and is gone.
Billy stands up, he is now white in the face.
“Jess!”
She clears her throat and takes a couple of steps towards Billy.
“I didn’t see you there….”
She leans over a tad and picks up a folded towel off of a bench next to the one that Billy was sitting on. She lets it unravel open and she uses the one corner of it to wipe his beard where SNH spit on him.
“I-I-I huh…”
”Are you okay Billy?” She ask as she slides the towel over his shoulders and with a different corner of the towel wipes his face with it.
“I think so. I’m not sure. Do you think I was right?” He asks.
”I think that was one of the smarter moves you have done so far in the UWL. He was holding you back Billy. If you ask me, and this isn’t just me busting on him but he got drunk on your money and then he got lazy because the money didn’t stop coming in. I think you both needed this.”
“Yeah?”
”And he’s whipped, he’ll take you back in a heartbeat if it doesn’t work out.”
They snicker. She places her hands on his chest as they inch closer and closer to one another.
“Whipped?”
Jess smiles and looks at the bearded wonder. ”Yeah. Billywhipped.”
They laugh. The mood lightens in the room and Billy finally cracks a smile.
”How about I help you get cleaned up. A nice hot shower, some shampoo, lots of soapy suds. Get you to look like a human being again and not smell like a barnyard animal.”
“I do stink don’t I?”
Jess nods.
Billy’s finger tips gently touches hers and their fingers slowly reach for each other and before long they are holding hands. Jess steps up on her tippy toes as they inch ever so closer.
“You said….you were going to help me?” Billy asks. It just dawned on him what she said.
She giggles and nods. ”Something like that.”
“Ah! Nice.”
Fade out to a kiss………...